Together.

I want nothing more than to just lay half-asleep in between antique sheets from childhood with the rain tapping softly on the tangerine glass of the Sanctuary, with you holding me quietly, your hands in my hair. I want to wake up to your sleep-soaked face after a night in which we stayed up too late, doing things our parents wouldn't approve of.
But, at the moment I'm sitting at a computer in a house in the middle of nowhere, I'm full of sushi, it's cold, my hair is a mess, and I was supposed to be asleep by now. I miss you terribly, and I find myself wishing I could just go on auto-pilot, or fast forward to the part where I don't have to be more than two inches away from you.
I don't know when those days are going to come. I don't even know if they're going to come.
I sure hope so, though.
I've got it all figured out, you know. I already picked out the color of our bedroom walls and all the art I'm going to hang around the house. I know I'm going to make pancakes AT LEAST every Saturday morning. And I know I will be happy. And I want you to be happy, too.

Honestly, that's all I've ever wanted. Happiness and the things it entails.
Including sleepyfaced mornings and pancakes. Including everything I can ever give and provide for you. Including all our dreams.


Isn't love beautiful?